Nick:

I'm not sure if Brianna forgave me for what I kept hidden from her for the past seven months. But what I did know. She gave me another chance, and it was the best feeling I've felt since I broke her heart a little over a week ago. And the one thing I knew I couldn't do. Was to hurt her again.

I couldn't break that trust she was now willing to give me again.

My mouth was in the perfect place, and she deserved every feeling of pleasure I could ever give her. As my tongue glided up and down the walls of her pussy, she moaned, groaned, wiggled, screamed, panted, and her hips refused to stop bucking up and down.

She was in her happy place, and I was in mine.

Brianna's fingers slid through my hair, then she stopped, gripped on, and tugged with her hips, raising high while screaming my name as her warm liquids flowed down my tongue and my throat.

As she convulsed, I quickly moved up her body and to her mouth, pressing my lips firmly with hers and showing her how grateful I was to be with her this very moment. My hunger for Brianna increased, and I deepened the kiss while placing my cock at her wet opening. And in one slow thrust, I filled her entirely of me.

She moaned, and I groaned while entering her, and when I began moving my cock inside her, her fingers lovingly caressed my back. While our lips moved in perfect sync, my one hand roamed to her breast and began squeezing and massaging, then it moved to her other breast and repeated the squeezing and massaging.

I needed to look at her, and I wanted to watch her expressions while I made love to her and parted from her lips. She whimpered, then she smiled when I pressed my fists down on either side of her and pushed myself up, whispering, "Look at me, I want to see those beautiful eyes staring into mine." She looked at me momentarily, then she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, beautifully purring as I hit all the right areas inside her.

I was in heaven, and she was my heaven.

I lowered my mouth to her lips, kissed her passionately, then lowered my mouth to her neck and kissed every inch of it before moving back to her mouth and bringing her to the state of ecstasy I wished to bring her in. And I think I just got her there.

Her fingernails dug deep into my back, then her hips stopped moving, they raised high, and then she squealed, screaming my name repeatedly until her orgasm finished. Now that I knew she was satisfied, my thrusts became faster and more demanding, then I felt my swimmers needing a release, and as my cock filled her, I stopped and released the swimmers to find the finish line.

"God, I fucking love you," I moaned while colliding my lips to hers.

"Repeat it," she begged.

I listened, and she got more than she asked for. "Brianna. I fucking love you so much. From this day on. I want it so that you're falling asleep and waking in my arms every day. And when I say you're my world. That's because you are my world. My whole fucking world."

******

Brianna and I stayed in bed all day and night, making love, holding one another, and talking until we both fell asleep. The next morning, I awoke to Brianna still in my arms and sound asleep. I laid still, watching her breathe as she slept and thinking about how to go forward with Brianna without Tessa getting in our way. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but now that Brianna has forgiven me, I wanted to get a hold of my attorney and see if there was any way to speed things up.

I had a feeling she was going to sleep for a while. I wanted to surprise her with breakfast and carefully slid her out of my arms and onto the pillow. And as I covered her with the blanket, I softly kissed her cheek before I headed into the kitchen to see what I could make her for breakfast. With hopes of whatever I come up with to make, she'll eat, and that it'll stay in her stomach.

I was in desperate need of a coffee and hit the coffee maker first. Knowing Brianna would most likely not have a cup, I made the coffee as strong as possible. Next, I searched in the refrigerator. Since she felt the eggs were bad, I looked in the food pantry to see what else I could make for her and found pancake mix and syrup.

While I was flipping the pancakes, my phone rang. I looked to see who it was, saw it was Tessa, and ignored it. Then a text came in.

Tessa: Where the fuck are you?

I rolled my eyes, threw the phone on the counter, then checked the pancakes, and when another text came in, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then decided to send her a message after reading her text.

Tessa: I saw you read my text. So don't tell me you never got it. I'm going to ask you again. Where in the fuck are you?

Nick: I don't appreciate you talking to me the way that you are. And if you continue talking to me in the tone that you are, I will not respond. And for your information, I went out of town for a few days.

Tessa: Why? Couldn't you have brought me?

I mockingly laughed.

Is she serious right now?

Nick: No, I couldn't have brought you. And the reason for that is, I had something I needed to take care of as well as I needed to get away from you. Now please, leave me alone. I will not respond to any more of your texts or phone calls.

Tessa: You're such a fucking asshole.

I grinned and typed back.

Nick: So I've been told. Mainly by you, of course.

I turned my phone off, poured myself a cup of coffee, then finished making breakfast. After getting Brianna's plate together, I placed it on a tray, poured her a glass of orange juice, then headed into the bedroom. As I walked into the room, I heard her groaning, almost as if she was in pain, and set the tray down. I sat next to her, rested the back of my hand against her forehead to make sure she wasn't running a fever, and quietly asked, "Good morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?"

She rolled onto her back and slowly opened her eyes, holding her stomach and groaning, "What's that smell?"

I looked to the tray of food, then back to her. "Pancakes. Don't tell me that smells bad too?"

"The smell is making me feel sick," she panted, flipping the bedding off her. Without saying another word, she covered her mouth, and then she rushed to the bathroom.

While sitting on the bed, I heard the noises coming out of her and lowered my face in my hands, knowing she was in there puking her lungs out. At least that's the way it sounded.

I walked into the bathroom, saw Brianna hovered over the toilet, puking out her guts, and grabbed the empty glass sitting next to the sink. I filled it with water, then handed it to her. "Here, you go."

"I think I have the flu," she quietly said as she took the glass from my hand, taking a large swallow of the water. "Thank you."

I curiously watched her finish the glass of water, wondering what was going on with her. "How long have you been feeling sick, anyway?"

"I don't know. Maybe for a couple of weeks now. But the last three or four days now, it's been the worse."

"Would you like for me to bring you in?"

She stood, shaking her head. "No. I'm sure whatever it is, it'll go away soon." She slithered her arms around me and rested her head against my chest. "I feel better now." She looked up, smiled, then, just as she was about to kiss me on the lips, she covered her mouth and giggled. "Maybe I should brush my teeth first."

While she cleaned up, I grabbed the tray of food, set it on my lap, then picked up and smelled the pancake.

"Why are you smelling the pancake?" Brianna asked as she walked into the room.

"Because you said they smelled bad," I said as she sat next to me. She looked down at the tray, then rested her head on my shoulder.

"I'll try to eat the pancakes you made. I'm not so sure the syrup will sit well in my stomach. But I'll try."

I looked over to her naked body and grinned. "If you don't want the syrup, I'll take it and use it for a different purpose."

She lifted her head off my shoulder and reached for the glass of orange juice. "How's that?

His arm wrapped around me, kissed my cheek, then snickered. "I'll pour it all over that beautiful naked body of yours, and then I'll lick it off you."

"I'll get dressed. Then I'll eat at the table."

I didn't think she would go for that. But it was worth a try. I carried the tray into the dining room, set it down, then made myself a plate, and poured myself another coffee. As we sat there and ate, I watched her pick at her food, take a bite, then pick at her food again.

I could see she had something on her mind and asked, "Is there something wrong with the pancakes too?"

She slowly shook her head.

"What's going on in that pretty little mind of yours, then?"

She looked up with a saddened look in her eye, then set her fork on the plate. "If I were to ask you to run to the store for me, would you?"

"Of course, I would. Why wouldn't I?"

She shrugged, "I don't know."

"What do you need? Do you need it right now?"

She shook her head, yes. "I need a test."

"A test? What kind of test?"

"A test, Nick. I need to take a fucking test," she hissed, emphasizing the word test and fucking. With my eyes locked with hers, trying to figure out what she meant, it hit me.

My heart stopped, my eyes widened and swallowed. "Oh. A. Test. You mean the test. I thought you were on the pill?"

"I was. But I've been out for a couple of months. I missed my last appointment because of Tessa, and as busy as I've been, I forgot to make another appointment. Fuck..."

"Let me guess. Tessa wouldn't let you take off?"

"No," she quietly said.

I walked over to her, curled my finger under her chin, and lifted for her to look at me. "Hey. Everything will be alright," I sincerely said, lowering to her lips and gently kissing them. "I'll run to the store, and I'll buy you a test. In the meantime, relax. You don't even know if you're pregnant or not."

"I can't relax, Nick. The more I think about it. I'm late too. A couple of months late," she sighed.

"I'll be right back."

I grabbed my keys, and as I walked to my car, I looked into the sky. Thinking Brianna could be pregnant had me feeling different emotions. Instead of being scared, mad, worried, or upset. I was the complete opposite. Believe it or not, but I was happy. And when I approached my car, I smiled while getting in and happily muttered Holy shit. I might be a dad.

I called my attorney on the way to the store, asking if he could speed up the process. With him informing me, the papers were being written as we spoke. "Thank you. And I'll tell you what. If you can get this done by the end of the week, I'll pay you double the amount of what I'm paying you now."

I walked into the store, not knowing where to go, and walked up and down every aisle until I found them. After seeing so many to choose from, I stood there staring at and reading each box. What the fuck is the difference? They all show they're 99.9% effective. Unsure of what to buy, I grabbed two different brands, figuring she can take both tests if she wanted to, and as I handed them to the cashier, she giggled.

"So. How far along do you think I am?" I asked, pushing out my stomach.

She giggled and shook her head.

"I'm thinking maybe two months. No?"

"That'll be thirty-six dollars and sixty-eight cents," she smiled. "And I'm not sure, but these tests should let you know how far along you are," she said, pulling one of the tests out.

I wasn't sure if I should ask what I want to, but I decided to, anyway. "Have you ever taken one of these?"

She nodded.

"Do they work like they say they do?"

"Yes. How late is she?"

"She said a couple of months."

"They'll definitely work, then. Good luck," the cashier said, handing me the bag.

Even though Brianna looked and acted worried about being pregnant, for some reason, I wasn't. If I were honest with myself, I felt thrilled and couldn't wait for her to take the tests. The one thing in life I have always wanted was a child, and if Brianna were pregnant, I couldn't have chosen a better person to implant my seed into.

I walked into the house and called for her. When she didn't respond, I turned and happened to notice out the corner of my eye Brianna standing outside next to the lake. It was the most beautiful sight I've seen in a long time, with her hair blowing in the wind, and wearing nothing but a robe, showing off her long slim legs. I opened the patio door, and using my phone, I snapped a couple of pictures, then walked over to her.

I approached her from behind, wrapped my arms around her, and rested my chin on her shoulder. "Hey, beautiful. What are you thinking about?"

She rested her hands over mine and leaned her head back. "I was thinking about us. And I thought that if the test shows I'm pregnant, it'll change everything."

I smiled and kissed her cheek. "It'll change things for the good."

Brianna turned around, slithered her arms around my waist, and pressed her forehead against my chest. "This isn't what I needed right now."

"We'll get through it. Together." I reached for her hand, and as she placed it in mine, I smiled. "Come on. Let's go see what these tests say."

"Tests?"

I chuckled. "Yeah. I didn't know what to buy and bought two different tests.

******

Brianna:

I stood next to the sink reading both boxes, saw they were the same, and opened them both, anyway. Nick was right. Two tests are better than one. If one showed I was pregnant, and the other showed negative, then I would worry. But if they both showed positive. Then I'll really be worried. I'm not ready to have a baby. And neither is Nick.

At least I wouldn't think he is. He's still married to Tessa, and until they're divorced, I wouldn't feel secure. I know Nick told me I had nothing to worry about. In fact, he was divorcing Tessa and that I'm the one he wants in his life. But I still have that little devil in the back of my mind telling me differently.

Nick has me convinced he would never cheat on me, and I want to say I believe him. So I will.

I believe Nick.

I set both sticks next to the sink, then stood staring back and forth at both tests, biting my fingernails, waiting to see if Nick and I will be parents. Suddenly, I didn't want to watch the results of the tests. I opened the door, then found Nick sitting on the couch, watching TV, and sat on his lap.

"What did the tests show?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I decided I didn't want to watch anymore.

"Would you rather I watch?"

I shook my head, no.

"Why? Either way, we need to know," he said, pushing up off the couch, with me still planted on his lap. "Come on, sweetheart."

He took my hand and walked me to the bathroom. And as we entered, I leaned against the door and closed my eyes as Nick walked over to the tests. I opened one eye, then closed them when he looked at me quick, then back to the tests.

I heard him excitedly whisper yes and opened both my eyes. "What do they say?"

He picked up both of the tests and held them up for me to see as he took a couple of steps closer to me. "Both tests show you're going to be a momma, and that means I'm going to be a father."

I took both tests from his hands, looked at them both, then dropped to my knees, still staring at the tests. "This can't be happening."

He kneeled, gently grabbed hold of my chin, and had me look him in the eyes. "As I said earlier. We will get through this together. Okay?" He assured.

Sincerely assuring me everything was going to be okay.

I nodded, then my hands dropped to my sides and snapped my head up to him, furrowing my brows. "How will this be okay? You're still married, for crying out loud!" I yelled.

"And I already told you, I'm working on that. I called my attorney on the way to the store and asked that he speeds things up. He has a feeling by the end of the week; the divorce papers will be served to Tessa. Finally..."

"I want to go home."

"You don't want to stay another day?"

I quickly shook my head no, trying to fight the tears that wished to fall from my eyes. "I've already been here for a week and a half and just want to get home and lay in my own bed. As miserable as I feel, I think it would be better to be home."

Nick talked me into staying one more night. As I laid in bed thinking about my future, Nick cleaned the lake home and packed the car. All I could think about was Tessa and how she'll react once she finds out it's been me sleeping with her husband for the past seven months. Now that I'm pregnant. I can only imagine how angry she'll be and how she'll try to make my life a living hell.

Oh well.

This may be bad to think about. And it's not the way I would usually think. But if Tessa weren't such a bitch to everyone, maybe Nick wouldn't have cheated on her in the first place?

We left the following morning, and on the way back home, I had a hard time saying anything. All I wanted to do was think and look out the window. Watching cars drive up beside us, and when he switched lanes, I watched the white lines on the road as we drove alongside them. With me pregnant, this changes everything. Now I need my job back for sure. I wasn't sure what Nick would say or think if I told him I would go back and work for Tessa, but what else can I do? Nobody will hire a pregnant woman.

While my eyes were looking into the sky, I spoke, finally, "I think I'm going to call Tessa later today and tell her I'll come back with conditions."

He nervously chuckled, "Now this will be interesting. Are you sure you're up to working with Tessa again? Especially with the divorce papers being served to her soon?"

I turned to him. "Yes. I blame Tessa for my pregnancy. Had she let me go to my doctor's appointment that day. I wouldn't be pregnant right now. I know I can't dwell on it. It is what it is."

He reached over and rested his hand on my leg, smiling as he spoke. "I'm excited about you being pregnant. And I want you to know; I couldn't imagine anyone else carrying my child." His hand lifted from my leg and up to my cheek, caressing it with the back of his hand. "I'm serious. Having a child with you is the second greatest thing that's happened to me."

"And what's the first?"

"You."

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!!